Poetry competition CLOSED 13th December 2018 9:40am
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Stan Lee Tribute
the first X gene
I ran every Tuesday to
my neighbour kids house
just to watch that show
about the mutants
the theme song was
and still excites me
the ringtone I edited
myself on a Nokia 3310
but I never knew the
man behind the men
Stan Lee the creator
the old guy in cool shades
then in my adulthood
I learned about
the man behind the
legacy he made
I remember when
he was asked
what would be his
superpower
he said it's "luck"
not a cool one
but without it,
the game is over
but he will not stop
inspiring more
for generations
to generations...
they will fall in love
with the heroes and villains
as we did in our time
still admiring his creations
Written by dejure
(vick)
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WHAT'S LEFT BEHIND
Stan at the station waits.
An indelible legacy remains.
Many millions mourn.
Remembered in print,
splashed on the silver screen.
A force for good to Valhalla flies.
What of Cousin Joey?
On a bench nearby.
Not yet fifty years achieved.
This morn Into pick up truck climbed.
Through eternal portal passed.
More finite the group
of loved ones to mourn.
Yet equally bereft.
Whose legacy be remembered most?
Whose ripple extends as far?
In someone’s eyes both super heroes.
Remembered for good deeds.
None is superior.
All ride first class.
When the caravan to the stars arrives.
An indelible legacy remains.
Many millions mourn.
Remembered in print,
splashed on the silver screen.
A force for good to Valhalla flies.
What of Cousin Joey?
On a bench nearby.
Not yet fifty years achieved.
This morn Into pick up truck climbed.
Through eternal portal passed.
More finite the group
of loved ones to mourn.
Yet equally bereft.
Whose legacy be remembered most?
Whose ripple extends as far?
In someone’s eyes both super heroes.
Remembered for good deeds.
None is superior.
All ride first class.
When the caravan to the stars arrives.
Written by Gahddess_Worship
(Osomajestuoso)
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WHAT'S LEFT BEHIND
Stan at the station waits.
An indelible legacy remains.
Many millions mourn.
Remembered in print,
splashed on the silver screen.
A force for good to Valhalla flies.
What of Cousin Joey?
On a bench nearby.
Not yet fifty years achieved.
This morn Into pick up truck climbed.
Through eternal portal passed.
More finite the group
of loved ones to mourn.
Yet equally bereft.
Whose legacy be remembered most?
Whose ripple extends as far?
In someone’s eyes both super heroes.
Remembered for good deeds.
None is superior.
All ride first class.
When the caravan to the stars arrives.
An indelible legacy remains.
Many millions mourn.
Remembered in print,
splashed on the silver screen.
A force for good to Valhalla flies.
What of Cousin Joey?
On a bench nearby.
Not yet fifty years achieved.
This morn Into pick up truck climbed.
Through eternal portal passed.
More finite the group
of loved ones to mourn.
Yet equally bereft.
Whose legacy be remembered most?
Whose ripple extends as far?
In someone’s eyes both super heroes.
Remembered for good deeds.
None is superior.
All ride first class.
When the caravan to the stars arrives.
Written by Gahddess_Worship
(Osomajestuoso)
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Stan The Man
A man of vision
We marveled at his heroes
And dared to dream on
We marveled at his heroes
And dared to dream on
Written by Naajir
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It’s a Marvel(ous) Life
I was never really into dolls
loved comics, cartoons instead
tree houses, tonka trucks
playing heroes in the glade
I cannot say I ever pretended
I was the wealthy Janet Van Dyne
floating o'er flowers a butterfly
or stinging enemies as a wasp
I was never The Cat, ebony-black
with a quiet, graceful prowess
such a sleek, stealthy movement
undetected in the dark
Nor was I a flaring Medusa
despite my waist-length hair;
an inhuman, immortal creation
with deadly locks for snares
I cannot say I was anyone
the great Stan Lee gave life
from his visionary world
Marveled by kids and adults
What I was, and am, is myself
For what Lee taught me most of all
was that every day humans
mirror these superheroes
within their heart-of-hearts
Super-humans coming to the rescue
against a villainous evil force
with strength to overturn a burning car
rescuing a trapped passenger inside
Extended lengths of holding breath
drag a drowning victim from the lake
Running faster than a speeding bullet
to push a pedestrian from being hit
Delivering the hungry healthy meals
clothing and medical needs
rescuing strays from their death
are superhero qualities
We believe in our solar plexus
through enduring action and faith
that destruction or mistakes
will give way to better days
With this knowledge we contain
a piece of Lee’s imagination
because humanity, undoubtedly
was his one true inspiration
And perhaps, he reminded us
in this Marvel(ous) Life we have
we're all superheroes of love
in the soul of our own skin
~
#StanLee
loved comics, cartoons instead
tree houses, tonka trucks
playing heroes in the glade
I cannot say I ever pretended
I was the wealthy Janet Van Dyne
floating o'er flowers a butterfly
or stinging enemies as a wasp
I was never The Cat, ebony-black
with a quiet, graceful prowess
such a sleek, stealthy movement
undetected in the dark
Nor was I a flaring Medusa
despite my waist-length hair;
an inhuman, immortal creation
with deadly locks for snares
I cannot say I was anyone
the great Stan Lee gave life
from his visionary world
Marveled by kids and adults
What I was, and am, is myself
For what Lee taught me most of all
was that every day humans
mirror these superheroes
within their heart-of-hearts
Super-humans coming to the rescue
against a villainous evil force
with strength to overturn a burning car
rescuing a trapped passenger inside
Extended lengths of holding breath
drag a drowning victim from the lake
Running faster than a speeding bullet
to push a pedestrian from being hit
Delivering the hungry healthy meals
clothing and medical needs
rescuing strays from their death
are superhero qualities
We believe in our solar plexus
through enduring action and faith
that destruction or mistakes
will give way to better days
With this knowledge we contain
a piece of Lee’s imagination
because humanity, undoubtedly
was his one true inspiration
And perhaps, he reminded us
in this Marvel(ous) Life we have
we're all superheroes of love
in the soul of our own skin
~
#StanLee
Written by Ahavati
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Of Heroes and Dreamers
He dared to be a dreamer
Telling tales from his imagination
He opened up whole other worlds,
Ever since those first publications.
He helped explore other dimensions,
Without boundaries or limits,
The fight between good and evil,
Always with a human spirit.
It’s in the adventures that we find,
Stories of woe, sacrifice and victory,
And forever they’ll be enjoyed,
For ages in the pages of history.
Stan, thank you for sharing your dream,
For bringing us these marvelous tales,
For drawing us into a world of heroes,
Where the power and magic never fails.
He dared to be a dreamer
Telling tales from his imagination
He opened up whole other worlds,
Ever since those first publications.
He helped explore other dimensions,
Without boundaries or limits,
The fight between good and evil,
Always with a human spirit.
It’s in the adventures that we find,
Stories of woe, sacrifice and victory,
And forever they’ll be enjoyed,
For ages in the pages of history.
Stan, thank you for sharing your dream,
For bringing us these marvelous tales,
For drawing us into a world of heroes,
Where the power and magic never fails.
